Product Of A Small Town

We're the product of a small town
 Rowdy southern drawl crowd
 Muddy water mason jar, lightnin' in our veins
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 Ridin' 5.9 Cummins on hand-me-down land
 Sippin' on cold blue cans
 Got our sunshine babies in the shotgun seats
 Rockin' that Panama tan
 Take a left turn, past the white church
 To a little piece of heaven on dirt
 Where shit gets outta hand
 And it damn sure hits the fan
 We're the product of a small town
 Rowdy southern drawl crowd
 Muddy water mason jar, lightnin' in our veins
 Work a blue collar 40 for a Friday night
 Then it's noise complaints and blue lights
 Crankin' country way too loud
 We're the product of a small town
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 Got some day-one buddies that are ride-or-die
 Never left my side
 We pick a neon moon over neon lights
 When we're lookin' for a good time (when we're lookin' for a good time)
 We take a left turn, past the white church
 To a little piece of heaven on dirt
 Where shit gets outta hand
 Raise 'em up if you understand
 We're the product of a small town
 Rowdy southern drawl crowd
 Muddy water mason jar, lightnin' in our veins
 Work a blue collar 40 for a Friday night
 Then it's noise complaints and blue lights
 Crankin' country way too loud
 We're the product of a small town
 The product of a small town, yeah, yeah
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 We're the product of a small town
 Rowdy southern drawl crowd
 Muddy water mason jar, lightnin' in our veins
 Work a blue collar forty for a Friday night
 Then it's noise complaints and blue lights
 Crankin' country way too loud
 We're the product of a small town
 Crankin' country way too loud
 We're the product of a small town
 The product of a small town, yeah, yeah